A Stripper for the Cursed Twin Lycan Kings

Selene~

“Baby, this is Karma. Trust me. I don’t know what debt you are paying for. It could be from your past life. I can’t stop cheating on you. Accept it, pay your karma, and things will be fine between us.”

These were my mate, Brian’s words to me, after he moaned my best friend’s name, Ariel, as he cum inside me. This was the man I loved so much, and thought would finally give me a family… in this hostile world, I’ve been hated and rejected all my life. Brian gave my dark-filled, turbulent life a little ray of light.

…Only to turn out to be a serial cheat. ‘And he’s been fucking Ariel too?’

To further shatter me, he called me Wolfless. His words sliced through me like electrocuting blades.

Every wolf in Moonclaw and other packs had their first shift at sixteen. I was nineteen— no shift, no wolf. When I turned eighteen, Brian perceived me as his mate and claimed me.

He took my innocence and made me fall completely in love with him. “Only to rub the wounds of my disability so heartlessly?” I cried, devastated as I stumbled to the club, the rain heavily pouring down on me.

“I thought he accepted me…”

“Ariel too?” I whimpered, my chest heaving bitterly at the aftertaste of the emergency pill I had swallowed.

My nails dug into my palms, and I shut my eyes tight, tears streaming down my face.

“How dare him?”

‘He is a fucking ordinary pack member, while I am the Alpha’s daughter. How dare he?!’

I was heartbroken, devastated… but my makeup was heavy, a mask over my eyes and half my face, my lipstick bright red, gleaming provocatively under the club’s light. My damp, brunette waist-length hair poured wildly all over my face, with some sticking to my cheeks.

My left leg seductively curled around the pole, covered in fishnets.

I was wearing a pair of shorts that exposed half my big, soft ass cheeks and wide hips. A sheer net top hugged my full arms underneath a small, tight top, popping up my big boobs. And my huge nipples ached from the cold— hard, and pointy through the fabrics.

Brian never called me pretty, but I knew I was smoking hot and sexy. ‘He made me quit stripping. Now, I’m fully back on stripper mode.’

“Take off a clothe piece!” a drunken man yelled daringly.

I swirled around the pole, my eyes scanning the club for Ariel, among the other strippers, but she was not anywhere around.

‘He must have told her already that I found out about them,’ I scoffed, my fingers clenching around the pole.

“This must be karma!” his voice rang in my head. My chest tightened.

“Wolfless!”

My eyes watered. But the more I struggled to hold back my tears, the more sensual my dancing. The more my body twirled, intoxicatingly, more seductively… like the misery I was drowning in was fueling me.

The men cheered more, showering me with bills.

At least, the look on his face when I told him I was cheating on him too… “I strip for a living, Brian. Did you really think I’m not sleeping with anyone else, too?”

The visible hurt in his fragile, stupid ego had been priceless. I felt proud, knowing he didn’t feel like he destroyed me.

But he did destroy me.

And the truth? I never cheated on that stupid were-whoring monger!

Not once.

Money poured down on me, more than before. Thick crumbled bills.

The club and our pimp always took about sixty percent cut out of our money. But with this much money, maybe I would finally be able to pay for the treatment experiment, the only chance of bringing my mum back to consciousness after nineteen years.

I was turned downward— my head down, my legs up and wrapped around the pole together, my back against the pole, my arms twirling around the pole, half floating so that the drunken men began yelling frantically.

‘Yes. I make men go crazy.’

…when there was suddenly a loud gunshot.

“Bang!”

It rang in the air, ripping through the loud music, sharp and merciless. I froze.

The crowd went silent in shock for a few seconds before it erupted.

A group of shirtless, hefty men barged in, the huge tattoos on their left arms screaming who they were— a bold snake that ran through their left arm, and the head of a lion etched on their round, huge shoulders instead of a snake head.

“Bloodmoon warriors!! They are the Bloodmoon warriors!!” Someone cried out.

‘What are lycan warriors doing here?’

The club was immediately in an apocalyptic disarray. Screams, panic, and epinephrine flittered all over the place; everyone was distraught, desperately struggling to escape as the gunshots continued. Loud, long, scary… chaotic.

Bodies dropped to the ground…

I slid down the pole smoothly, bent my left leg, and my right arm curved over my head. Leaning backwards… I continued my sensual dances.

The gunshots continued.

Their bullets seemed to be laced with wolfbane. More dead bodies dropped to the ground, one… two… three… eight… forming pools of blood. Swaying my hips, I shut my eyes.

“I’ve never had a peaceful life. It has been chaos since I was born, and it followed me everywhere.”

Blood smeared.

‘T… this is me…’

I shut my eyes.

I could feel something getting triggered inside me… my dancing, the chaotic violence. Something stirred inside me, strange and powerful.

‘What is that??’

Then voices in my head. “This is the chaos that you are. You cannot escape it.”

Unknowingly, I smiled widely, my eyes still shut. My rejections, loneliness, and heartbreak did not terrify me… they drew me in.

“This must be Karma…” Brian’s voice joined the voices in my head.

Immediately, another voice. “An agent of chaos, that’s what you are, Selene. It follows you everywhere, and it only gets worse…”

But I was suddenly cut off from my realm when a masculine hand roughly yanked my arm.

I opened my eyes. There were only a few bodies, not heaps of corpses… that something in me was yearning for.

I gasped and tightly clutched the pole, glaring at the armed man. “Wait, please. Stop. I have to keep dancing. I need to get enough money for my mum’s treatment!” But he struck something hard on my head, and everything went dark.

…

When I opened my eyes, I was sprawled on the packhouse floor. ‘When did I get here? Wha… what happened?’

I stared down at myself. I was still dressed in my stripper clothes, now with my mask off, and I hugged myself, feeling ashamed.

The club incident… they came back, and I froze.

There were shootings from outside. The packhouse was wrecked and upturned, blood smeared across the walls… I shuddered. “What the hell is happening?”

“Why is Bloodmoon pack attacking us??”

My father, Regnar Wolfhart, the Alpha of our pack, Moonclaw pack, was kneeling pathetically on the floor in front of a group of men. The men with tattoos. The lycan warriors from Bloodmoon pack. The dreaded pack in the North. The pack that governs every other pack— including ours.

My stepmother and his Luna, Elara, was kneeling beside him.

‘A war with the lycans?? Moon Goddess, no, please.’

“I… I need to get to my mum!” I scrambled to get up—

“Please, I beg you, spare my family. Don’t take us,” I suddenly heard my father pleading. “I have a daughter, the Lycan kings will find fun and good for pleasure. Take her instead.”

I paused halfway, every part of my body stilling.

I was instantly paralyzed.

My eyes went extremely wide open as my head grew hot.

‘My… my father did not just say that. Am I not his family too?’

“D… dad?” I looked at him, shocked, my voice cracking. “What did you just say?”

He did not even look at me. His eyes were desperate on the lycan warriors in front of him. “I beg you, spare my family. There’s nothing from us. I swear she…” he pointed at me. “…I know she will be the type they’d like for their pleasure. She is a much better option. Take her instead.”

My heart fell.

I could not believe my ears. ‘How can my father say this? How can he do this to me???’

“Father, am I this dead to you?”